On her way back home …
While being stucked with the traffic
Listening to all the hustle,
Breathing that black smoke,
Being aware of those lustful eyes
She thought she felt something….
Or was it envy?
She wasn’t sure…
In her there was so much noise
It was almost silent…
She didn’t feel remorse
Sadness,anger or hatred…
It was just….
What others cared about was friends
What she think she cared about,
What she didn’t have was
In her madness,
In her futile attempts to stay hidden
In trying to stay alive..
She had already lost too much of it..
And more was slipping away
but she couldn’t do anything…
She already lost herself,
It wasn’t as if she lost everything but,
The only thing that was left for her was
And that too…
Cause Her Is Every Girl!!
DISCLAIMER : I DO NOT OWN THE IMAGE !!